@t3,12 @^@f11@t1@cDo Not Miss Your Girlfriend @f00@t4This article deals with a topic getting bad critics in several diskmags: @t2> > > L O V E < < <@t4 People wrote, love is not a proper topic for mags... They have said, people must be infantile to write about it... People won't read them, they stated... Well, why the hell do I still write about it? Easy. Simply, because I am in love and this is my way to deal with it. Yes, believe it or not! I write about it and it makes my head become clear so I am able to sort my thoughts. People wrote, it will help none if such stories about love appear in diskmags... They have said, it makes @^ diskmags become yellow-press... Well, yellow press is very popular, don't you forget about that. I also think, writing about ones own experiences MIGHT help others, feeling blue these days, to look forward to a new start with someone new. Just look at me! Real love is hard to find. I think, everybody ones thought that he found the love of his life, just to experience that it was a pure sexual-orientated relationship. Sex? Whosers! The first time I had sex was when I was just 15 with a girl I felt in love with. Or so I thought. It was one of those... "Hmmm. I can't explain it"-relationships. Now I am aged 19. Four years have gone till @# @t3,12 @^@f00@t4then. Four years of lust and depression: One time extasy - other time boredom. Petting in clubs or whereever the chance was to catch. Yes, I had some fun, but always for one night or maximal a week. From this time I collected a lot of anecdotes that I exchanged with my closest friends while alcohol-excesses. So I rised and now I am in an age where I do not search for pure sex anymore. I am searching for sex in connection with a deep relationship. I am searching? I was, because I found what I was searching for! On the evening of the 14.06.92 my friend Higgie and me went to a little lake where the students of our former school wanted to celebrate their conclusion of schooltime. Well, first it was 'BLAARGH'! Pissed little boys @^tried to convince girlies to do the wild thing... again I recognized that this is not my style anymore. So, I stepped aside with some friends of mine and we started to chat with some of the 'younger ones' who were quite cool. In this way I learned to know Ramona. First I did not even realize her at all, but when somebody told me, she was going to be a student of the school I left one month before, I got interested and we and some others chatted about the good old 'Wirtschaftsgymnasium' and teased her by telling her about inhumane teachers and other things. Then the most of my friends left us for a while and suddenly I found myself alone with a shivering girl next to me. As a real Galan (hehe) I took her in my arms to warm her - without any dirty thoughts! She pressed herself to me like a drowning person to a piece of wood. I started to stroke over her@# @t3,12 @^@f00@t4short hair and - magic. Well, this evening nothing special happened. Just some kissing and - believe it or not - romantic speeches out of my big mouth! The lake, a full and light moon, bright stars on a cloudless sky... If this had not been reality, I probably would have thought that it was out of one of those cheap love-stories, one can buy at supermarket-encounters. At that time I did not spent a single thought of being in love and the next day nothing special happened. The day after that, however, I went with her and the girlfriend of a compagnon of mine to a theatre-production of my former school. We sat next to eachothers and somehow, the old magic returned. Later that evening I went to her home and although I only stayed for one hour, I was not so sure about my feelings anymore afterwards. The next @^evening we were about to go together to her official schools-out-celebration, together with her parents, who are quite sympathetic. I finally realised my confused and severly damaged state of mind when recognizing that I was upset like a little schoolboy before he receives his very first kiss. ME! All that because of a small short-haired girl with glasses... If somebody had told me about that one month before I would have laughed about him... but now? The evening was one of the best I had for a long time. Almost all my best friends were present, because we all went to the same school than Ramona, although we left it three to one year earlier. Also the old teachers were there and we had a lot of fun. The DJ, one of the students who did a real excellent job, playing Pop, Rock'n'Roll and Waltz in a clever mixture so even the parents had their@# @t3,12 @^@f00@t4fun, just played Prince's "Purple Rain" and she took my hand and pulled me to the dancefloor. As I looked around I saw all my mates with their girlfriends, slowly dancing to the music and I got a somehow spiritual kick. I think, since then there was no escape anymore. She cracked the heart of a stone, which used to be my heart. At about 1 a.m. the Dj begged the teachers to step on the dancefloor. Than he looked at us, and said through the microphone: "Henning and Ramona! Won't you come to join our teachers, please?" I have not danced for about two years. Especially not the 'Waltz of Vienna', but believe it or not we started to dance and it worked pretty good. After some minutes, more and more people stepped on the dancefloor and I was able to see my friends dancing again. This was one of the @^best evenings I ever had and since then, Ramona officially is my girlfriend and will stay this for some longer, I am quite sure. Well, of course I would not dare to state that this is THE love of my lifetime, but for the moment it is quite close to it and I think, it won't change so fast in the near future. In the case that you think, love passes you by and you feel blue, because your dreamgirl does not see you at all; let me give you one good advise: Do not break your neck by looking after the absolute sexy dream girl with big knockers and an arse like iron, walking on the other side of the road, because you could oversee the little girl directly in front of you, only waiting to become a beautiful butterfly by a single word of you... @t2>>> RokDaZone <<< @@